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I've had a tough few weeks with severe hardware problems.

Anyway, here are the final two parts of Rachel's Curse.


Since it was a few weeks, here's a very brief reminder of what
happened in part ten:-

Paul, now in the body of a serial killer, Jeff Morton is
on the run. Rachel is in Paul's old male body (and has
been for several months). She is at the hospital crying
over who she thinks his here lover, but he really Jeff
Morton.

Rachel is then told by the doctors that the person she thinks is
Paul is now in a coma with no chance of recovery. She then vanishes
without trace.

Part ten ends with Rachel going to see a private investigator and
finding out the location of who she thinks is Jeff Morton with
revenge on her mind. Of course, that person is really her lover,
Paul...



Phillip Stevens
phil_stevens@bigfoot.com


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Rachel's Curse
==============

Chapter Eleven
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Rachel left the investigators office and walked back to her car.
She pulled out a map and located the town where Jeff Morton was
staying. She was going to leave right away in case he moved on
quickly.

As she started her journey, she thought to what the investigator
said to her about what she was going to do. She knew that the
investigator was exaggerating slightly when he implied that Rachel
was going to kill Jeff Morton. When the doctors told her that
'Rachel' stood little chance of recovery, she was utterly
devastated. She felt a level of rage and emptiness that she had
never felt before. In the days that followed, she would have easily
killed Jeff Morton without even a second thought had she been able
to get her hands on him.

But that rage had now settled down to an anger that burned inside
her. She wasn't sure what she was going to do, but she knew she was
going to make Jeff Morton pay for what he did to her lover.

Leaving who she thought was her lover in hospital was one of the
hardest decisions she ever had to make. She spent days talking to
Paul while he was asleep, holding his hand and crying over him.

But during that time, she couldn't stop blaming herself for what
had happened to Paul. She knew that such self-blame was normal in
this situation, but knowing about it did not help. In her own mind,
she was completely to blame for what happened to her lover.

Ever since she gained this curse, she had constantly dreamed of the
day when she could finally have sex without swapping every time.
She guessed that such a thing would never happen and instead she
was content to live with Paul for the rest of her life constantly
swapping every few days.

But after their marriage, her wish came true. Rachel never seemed
to have a problem living in any particular body. She could quite
happily live as Paul for the rest of her life, so this was exactly
what she wanted.

But that wasn't what Paul wanted and Rachel was disappointed when
he became depressed. She hardly kept any secrets from Paul, but
secretly she wished Paul could get used to being Rachel for life.
They could be so happy together. But because she loved him so much,
she would have gladly resumed their constant body swapping had she
known how, but she was just as perplexed as Paul.

In the few weeks before his abduction though, it appeared that Paul
was starting to accept his new life. He was really beginning to get
used to the idea of being Rachel for the rest of his life. Her
dream had finally come true.

But the price of her dream coming true was that her lover was now
lying in hospital when it should have been her. Rachel couldn't say
whether it would have made a difference, but had Jeff Morton
abducted her instead, it could have been so different because she
would have switched when Jeff Morton raped her and she could have
easily turned the tables. Her poor lover had no such defense.

After she disappeared, it occurred to her that maybe she could try
and swap with Paul while he's in a coma. Although she still didn't
know why they were not swapping maybe, just maybe it could shake
Paul out of his coma. She knew the chances of it working were very
slim and if it didn't work it would be a one way trip leaving a lot
of explaining to do and causing more anxiety for everyone, but it
might be worth a shot. She decided that after she's finished her
business here, she would return to Denver and try it.

**************

It was early evening as she arrived in the small town. Rachel
quickly located the apartment building where Jeff Morton was
staying. She waited until it was completely dark before she set
about her plan.

Rachel had made certain precautions. The car she was in was stolen
to avoid it being traced back to her. Although her desire to live
had been almost destroyed over the past few weeks, she didn't want
to completely throw her life away over Jeff Morton. There was a
very small chance that Paul might recover from his coma so she
wanted to do this without being caught.

She also thought about the investigator she had hired. Rachel
wondered if he would report her to the police if she did go through
with killing Jeff Morton. He had clearly guessed what was on her
mind. But since the investigator had located Jeff Morton with full
knowledge of what she was probably going to do, then technically he
could be considered as an accessory. Rachel concluded that the
investigator would not say a word to anyone about this.

But even as she sat there waiting and watching, she still wasn't
sure what she was going to do. Jeff Morton had effectively murdered
Paul. He might not have pulled the trigger himself, so to speak,
but as far as Rachel was concerned, he was responsible for putting
Paul in a coma.

A strong part of her told her that she should leave this to the
authorities. But the real problem was that even if the police could
find Jeff Morton, they did not have much evidence against him.
Before Rachel vanished, she had met briefly with the assistant DA.

He had been very blunt in telling Rachel that they would stand
virtually no chance of getting a solid conviction for 'Rachel's'
coma. They only had evidence of abduction because of the obvious
signs of imprisonment on Paul's female body.

But that was about as much as they could get. The police were
almost certain that Jeff Morton was responsible for the
disappearances of numerous young women and that he was really a
serial killer. But so far, they could not prove any of it. Rachel
knew that because they hadn't launched a full-scale manhunt for
Jeff Morton, they obviously hadn't turned up anything new. Even if
she turned him in, he could get away with all this. That meant it
was all down to her.

As the sky got darker, she first put on a pair of gloves and then
checked the items in the bag she carried. Among the items was a
roll of thick tape, some rope and at the very bottom, a gun with a
silencer attachment. Rachel had been around over the years. She
knew exactly where to get virtually any item she required for the
right price.

She held the heavy gun in her hand. In all her years, she had never
fired a gun of any sort, let alone killed anyone. She wondered if
she had the balls to do it. She knew she was going to find out
soon.

She had briefly considered shooting Jeff Morton in the balls and
effectively performing a castration. Had Jeff Morton simply been a
rapist, this might have sufficed. But Rachel knew that castration
wouldn't stop him from his killing habit. She knew that there was
only one thing that would stop him from hurting anyone again else
ever again.

Rachel glanced up and her male eyes widened as she saw her target.
She recognized him instantly from the pictures. He was walking
hurriedly into the apartment building, looking over his shoulder.
Rachel wasted no time. She got out of the car picked up the bag and
a baseball bat and followed him inside.

By the time Rachel was inside the door, Jeff Morton was already
walking up the stairs. Rachel silently followed behind with her bag
over her shoulder and her baseball bat in hand. She preferred to
use the bat for now, because she wasn't sure if she could actually
shoot him with a gun. She had more than enough aggression to beat
him with a baseball bat.

Jeff Morton's apartment was on the fourth floor. Rachel followed
him close behind, making as little noise as possible. When Jeff
Morton reached his floor, Rachel saw him fumble for his keys and
look around. Rachel remained just out of sight so he couldn't see
her.

As Paul opened the door, Rachel crept up behind him with an amazing
stealth and raised the bat in the air. Paul began to turn around as
Rachel brought the bat down onto his head. He quite literally
didn't know what hit him. For him, everything suddenly went black.

**************

Paul began to wake up with one of the worst headaches he could
possibly imagine. He felt like his head was exploding. He tried to
open his eyes, but something was over them, keeping them shut.

He then tried to open his mouth to speak, but his mouth also seemed
welded shut. Finally he tried to move his arms and his legs, but
both his arms and his legs seemed fixed in place.

He could tell straight away that he was bound to a chair, blinded
and gagged. A wave of panic rushed through him as the memory of his
captivity at the hands of Jeff Morton flooded back to him. Where
was he? What was going on? Had the police finally found him?

"I'm glad you're still alive. I was afraid I might have killed you
too soon," Paul heard a voice. In his dazed state, it took him a
few seconds to place the voice. He hadn't heard that voice in
weeks, but he knew straight away that it was his old male voice.

"Rachel," he tried to call out, but all that came out of his mouth
was a muffled moan. "What's going on?" he thought. He couldn't work
out what was happening. Although he recognized his old voice, there
was something different. There was so much hatred in Rachel's
voice.

"You fucking bastard. You killed her. You fucking killed her,"
Rachel said as she walked up to Jeff Morton and struck him across
the face nearly knocking him out again. Rachel decided to refer to
Paul as 'her' so Jeff Morton would know exactly whom she was
talking about.

Paul shook his head as he slowly recovered from the blow. Suddenly
it was making sense. "Rachel thinks I'm Jeff Morton," he thought.
For a brief few seconds, he was elated, but this was quickly
replaced by a very anxious feeling in his stomach. He tried to
speak and call out to Rachel again, but it was no good. The tape
had sealed his mouth together.

Rachel watched Jeff Morton struggle to speak. She wanted to remove
the tape from his mouth and hear him beg for mercy, but she knew he
could call for help if she did that, so she just stood there and
watched.

She then walked over to the only desk in the small room. There was
a laptop computer on the desk, probably stolen. Rachel had been
trying to access the files on it before Jeff Morton woke up, but
computers were not her strong point. It had been the part she found
most difficult when trying to emulate Paul's lifestyle and his job.

As she waited, she tried again to access the files again, but to no
avail, "If only Paul were here. He knows more about computers,"
Rachel thought to herself, "But he can't be here, because of that
bastard over there"

Rachel turned to face Jeff Morton again, the hatred evident in her
male eyes. When she hit him over the head with the baseball bat, it
had taken all her willpower to stop herself from beating him to
death right there. Now she was here, executing Jeff Morton no
longer seemed to be such a big step for her.

She was deliberately making him wait. He had put her lover through
emotional torture for days. Rachel wanted to give him some of his
own treatment. She watched him struggle for a while. When Rachel
thought she had seen enough, she slowly got up from her chair and
walked over to Jeff Morton. Her heavy shoes, which Rachel had used
so stealthily outside now made a loud thud on the floor with each
slow step.

When she was standing in front of Jeff Morton, she reached out with
one of her gloved hands and grabbed Jeff Morton by the throat. She
felt an urge to strangle him where he sat, but she fought this urge
down.

His struggling intensified as she gripped hard choking him. Rachel
knelt down and whispered in his ear.

"You probably don't know me. My name is Paul Wilkins. You put my
wife in a coma. You practically fucking killed her. I loved her. I
loved her more than anything in the world... and you took her away
from me," Rachel took a small pause in her speaking as her emotions
nearly broke.

"But, you've killed so many women, you probably don't even remember
her. Well let me say this. I'll see to it that you never hurt
anyone else," she said as she released him, then stood up and took
a step back.

Rachel watched Jeff Morton's struggle turn into a frenzy. He tried
to break free, but Rachel had done an exceptional job of taping his
arms and legs together to the chair.

After a few minutes, she watched his struggle subside. She then
carefully pulled the gun out of her left pocket and the silencer
out of the other. Very slowly, she screwed the silencer into place.
She could see that Jeff Morton was now very still, probably
straining to hear what was going on.

She pointed the gun at his body and tightened her finger around the
trigger. She was going to shoot him in the chest so that he died
slowly. At first, she was going to shoot him in the head, but she
decided that was too quick. She wanted his death to be slow and
painful.

She knew she had to do this. When she saw him sitting there, her
mind had finally been made up. Up until now, she hadn't been sure
what she was going to do, but now everything seemed much clearer.
She couldn't allow this guy to get away. Her thirst for revenge was
overwhelming her, forcing her to do this, but that wasn't
everything. She knew she had to kill him because he would only end
up killing more innocent women. To her, it was justifiable
homicide. This had to end here, today.

But as she tried to end it, doubts were beginning to creep into
Rachel's mind. She knew this bastard was responsible. 'Rachel' was
seen running out of his house. He was a convicted sex offender and
'Rachel's' belongings were found in his house. Plus there was
evidence, if not proof of his killing other women. She knew that
this was their guy, but something was holding Rachel back. She took
a step back.

Rachel tightened her finger around the trigger even harder. She
tried to pull on the trigger, but something was stopping her. Right
in front of her was the man responsible for practically killing
Paul. All she had to do was pull the trigger.

Her hand started shaking. "Fuck," she thought as she tried to
steady herself. Killing someone wasn't as easy as she thought it
would be. But she knew it was easy for Jeff Morton. He would have
killed her lover probably without even giving it a second thought.
She took another step back, put both hands on the gun and tightened
her grip on the gun again. Her shaking increased as she pulled hard
on the trigger.

The gun recoiled as she heard the distinctive high pitched sound
that a silenced gun makes followed by the sound of impact. She saw
Jeff Morton freeze. Rachel stopped breathing for a few seconds
looking for the blood that she guessed would come spurting out.

After a quick time, she realized she hadn't hit him. Her hands had
been shaking so much that she missed him completely and fired the
bullet into the wall. "How could I fucking miss a guy strapped to a
chair," she cursed herself.

Rachel raised the gun again with both hands. She saw that Jeff
Morton's body had frozen in shock at the sound of the first shot.
She smiled as she guessed that he was finally aware of how severe
this all was.

As she began to aim the gun again, her hand immediately started
shaking. She tried several times to aim at his body, but it wasn't
any good. She just couldn't do this. It didn't feel right to shoot
a guy tied in a chair like that regardless of what he had done.

Rachel walked up to Jeff Morton and ripped off the tape covering
his mouth. She quickly took a single step back and pointed the gun
at him once more. She knew she couldn't let him call out, but
somehow this made Rachel's conscience feel better. If she shot him
as he tried to call out, she could resolve it all inside herself by
thinking of it as self-defense. She knew it was a poor substitute,
but it was the best she could do.

"R-R-R," Paul stuttered out. He tried to catch his breath after
being gagged. He desperately struggled to call Rachel's name.

Rachel heard Jeff Morton try to call. She pulled on the trigger.
She wanted to hear his final cry. Her hands were still shaking, but
at this range, she knew she could not miss him.

"R-R-Rachel," Paul cried out blindly.

Rachel pulled the trigger hard, feeling the recoil while mentally
blocking out Paul's cry. This time, the bullet struck its target
impacting Paul in the body. Rachel watched his shirt start to turn
red almost immediately as he began to bleed.



Continued in part twelve.... the FINAL part...


Phillip Stevens
phil_stevens@bigfoot.com





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